NERON
the hailstorm
It’s a neat trick, this not needing to breathe business, and Neron makes the most of it with Sunjata now. He’s relentless, lips and tongue slow and firm and thorough, whilst his hands are anything but. Pulling back not by choice but by the fingers tightening in his hair, there’s something deliciously submissive in the posture that presses all of his right buttons. Even if technically they can’t be pressed any more, after taking a bite out of Sunjata, Neron begs to differ.
The smirk on his face suggests that he’s enjoying watching the other man’s struggle for control; he’ll get his satisfaction - they both will - but there’s no need to rush. Not that he’s certain that Sunjata will have a choice about it. ”I think I’m sure now,” he purrs, letting out a quiet laugh before leaning in again, and the whisper of ice that he adds to the mix will only make it more enjoyable, he imagines.
The smirk on his face suggests that he’s enjoying watching the other man’s struggle for control; he’ll get his satisfaction - they both will - but there’s no need to rush. Not that he’s certain that Sunjata will have a choice about it. ”I think I’m sure now,” he purrs, letting out a quiet laugh before leaning in again, and the whisper of ice that he adds to the mix will only make it more enjoyable, he imagines.
